In 2012, a solid wood door fell several feet straight onto my little head and my short-term memory never fully recovered. I am concussed. My work is a therapeutic practice for holding onto memories I would otherwise forget, as well as a vehicle for self-exploration and documentation of my everyday struggles as a person with irreparable memory loss.
My current body of work is a personal pilgrimage in investigating parts of my identity that I lost upon impact and through specific choice to forget. The repetitive use of floral and textural elements are used to create a sense of memorialization of the person I used to be, of memories I used to have. The flowers contextualize the parts of my identity that i want to both honor and mourn. In navigating these experiences, I bring myself to a vulnerable place where I transform my emotional feelings into surrealist mental landscapes.